The Sauk Centre herald. (Sauk Centre, Stearns County, Minn.) 1886-current, 1887-11-10
srlmbot kept up with him, and con-

.Irsinbct kept up with him, and con-
tinued:
''The idea does not come to the others
so soon. They generally let month or
two go by"
Mr.. Matthias suddenly turned toward
him and extended both arms, exclaiming:
"Begone, profane man! Begone"
"Tushl Tushp' said Grimbot in q
fatherly tone. ''Don't mind me; after all,
suppose you want only to take an air
ing like the other fellows"
Mr.. Matthias kept on straight ahead,
not deeming it worth his while TO answer
He soon perceived, through the darkness,
the gate of the cemetery. Being always
prepared for the worst, he had few louis
in his pocket. "Come," said he, offering
couple of gold pieces to Grimbot, 'let's
waste no time in talk. Here! let me have
the key"
Grimbot stepped back, exclaiming:
''What! the key! you want to go out!
That's funny notionl But, l say, none
of thatp'
81 will give you four louisr" groaned
Mr.. Matthias.
''Say, now, stop that, replied Grimbot,
cor else shall knock you on the head. /
have no objection to your. leaving your
tomb and walking about. The others do
SO, too"
'sThe others! What others9'
Grimbot gave wide sweep around with
his hand, as he replied:
"Why, the dead, of course!"
''The dead-who is talking to yen about
the dead9 Why, man, I am alive, still
living, don't you see?'' ~
"Phewl that is an awful joke! But,
see here, I am a good fellow. Come along
and take drink with me-"
Like pair of pipcers his hand grasped
Mr.. Matthias wrist. He dragged him to
a small building, where he lived and
made him enter room on the ground
floor.
Mr.. Matthias was literally dumfounded.
After closing the door Grimbot got
bottle from shelf. and, filling two
glasses, he took one and held it up, say
ing: .-...
. Here's to you: Mr.. Matthias"
"Listen to me, good man," said Mr..
Matthias. "You want to have your little
joke at my expense. Well and good. But
there is a time for all things. For a
reason that concerns me only, I have
allowed myself to be buried. Now, bust
ness of great Importance requires my
presence outside. Let me go, and, I as
sure you, shall pay you we'll"
While he was speaking Grimbot had
slowly walked around the table and taken
position, standing, his back against the
door.
"You are a good talker," sneered he.
$50 you are alive, eh? Well, you are not
the first that has told me that. You see,
l hear such strange stories. / am quite
nd Of .-l.x
one OF two of them come, without cere-
mony, to take drink with me. Last
night it was the notary. You know whom
mean; your neighbor, Radel, the one
that has the broken column. The night
before last had a call from Nine. Clau-
din, q mighty fine looking woman, 1 tell
you. am a good fellow. l let them
walk about at night and chat with them,
but as to letting them go outside, that is
quite another thing"
Mr.. Matthias began to feel uncomfort-
able. And no wonder, for Grimbot spoke
with perfect composure, like q functionary
who understood the responsibilities of his
office.
He was medium sized, thick set man,
with hands like gorilla's. His eyes were
black and glistening. A shiver ran through
Mr.. Matthias frame as the idea struck him
that the man was crazy,
Yes, that must be it. He must be a
visionary fellow who believed his grave
yard peopled with ghosts. He lived in
fantastic world, the creation of drunk
ards brain.
Mr.. Matthias began talking, pleading,
promising, supplicating. Why, how could
he, the good, kind, intelligent Grimbot,
make such mistake as to take him for O
dead man, and he burst into laugh.
"Here!' said Grimbot, CURLY; enough
of this! So long as you won't behave rea-
sonably you will have to 60 in again."
go in again! Go in WHEREOF
''Into your home, of course. At the
corner of the third division''
"Into the tomb Neverp'
"You won't! Oncel Twicer
Mr.. Matthias looked at the enormous
hands. Overcome with terror, he glanced
around, looking for an opening to escape
through. There was but one, the door,
and there was Grimbot propped up against
1t. Anyhow, he had to pass, cost what
it may. So he rushed forward with a
scream.
Grimbot quietly put forward his open
hand, into which the throat of his assail-
ant fitted closely. Mr., Matthias hiccoughed
and tried to struggle. The hand closed
more tightly. Mr. Matthias slid down to
the floor, kicked about for little while
and then remained motionless.
Grimbot, like one used to occurrences of
this kind, picked him up, and, walking
with the dignified step of man conscious
If having done his duty, he carried him
back to the tomb, where he cast him into
the crypt. He then kicked the slab back
into its place, closed the grated door and
resumed his walk among the tombs, NUT
tering:
"Did you ever see the like? Wanted to
90 out, chr And me lose my situation.
Not much"
This is why Mr.. Matthias widow was
able, shortly after, to marry the one she
had always loved.-Translated for New
Orleans Times Democrat.